Uglier Than Homemade Sin

 It's been many years ago now I first heard the phrase "uglier than homemade sin" but I knew I would use it as a title someday.

Uglier Than Homemade Sin is my latest release, one of just two this year since I've been a little preoccupied with breast cancer, chemotherapy, surgery, and radiation.  Six more sessions and I will be finished! More stories are on the way but let's take a deeper look at Angus Beaton here:

 https://open.substack.com/pub/nnlightsbookheaven/p/uglier-than-homemade-sin-by-lee-ann?r=3u3mum&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web

 

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